The camp police, consisting of young Jewish boys, some of them my former schoolmates, lined us up at once in front of an S.S. officer. Without expression he recorded particulars: the names, former addresses, dates of birth, occupation, etc. of each one of us. It was not until eleven a.m. on Thursday morning, exactly twenty-four hours after our capture in the castle at Mariathal, that we were allowed into the barracks for a rest.
I stayed but a few minutes with my parents, and then I left the barracks for a cautious exploration of our cage. My first object was to try to establish the number of inmates interned in this particular camp. To my great horror I soon learned that the previous day a transport of a thousand people had been sent to Auschwitz which included my eldest sister, Ilonka, her husband, Romi, and their five small children.
I stayed but a few minutes with my parents, and then I left the barracks for a cautious exploration of our cage. My first object was to try to establish the number of inmates interned in this particular camp. To my great horror I soon learned that the previous day a transport of a thousand people had been sent to Auschwitz which included my eldest sister, Ilonka, her husband, Romi, and their five small children.
